Countryside Bar & Grill
Edelweiss Cafe, Grill Room, 1915
I can hear that river swell
No matter how hot I keep the grill;
I swear it roars over the soft goddamns
Out cracked mug grins
That the diners flash so quick.
One day that creek will rise ten feet,
Come like Austin’s rig
In reverse instead of drive,
And the Keno gals’ hair
Won’t seem so blue
Floating from the wrinkled heads
Of the losingest mermaids alive.
I can already see them spinning loose,
Weightless like the place was flipped,
And as they turn with knives and plates
I howl without a noise.
